He laid face down
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In the desert sand
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Clutching a sixgun
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In his hand
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And me & Maria went to watch him die.
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Suddenly the raised and said:
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Help me now, or I shoot you dead!.
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- I got an arrow in my back
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And it aches as hell!!
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So we jumped on down in the yellow sand
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Started helping this gunfighting man
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He was sixfeet tall'n'four feet wide
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And the wagon tipped from side to side
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Driving into the red, red sun
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Poor mule he could hardly run
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I turned my head to Maria
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And she turned her head to mine:
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And we knew...
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What he was going to do
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He was going to shoo-oo-oy
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His whole way through
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And his name was on the pistol
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- And he was son of a gun!!
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As we went driving into town
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We saw these posters all around
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There was a big reward upon his head
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- Coz' the marshall wanted to see
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him dead...
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As we talked about this gunfighting man
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We saw the steel in his hand:
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Now folks I want to see you run!
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To the rythm of my gun!!
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And we knew...
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Well I was saved & I was glad
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Thanks to my old stetson hat®
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It went through the top
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Only leaving a spot
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It was fabricated by an indian bud
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Who did not now that he was hot
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Hanging on the posters everywhere...
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So I took one step back
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And tipped my hat
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And looked him in his eyes
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Aom shit he was telling me the
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Dirtiest lies
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I had no time to get away
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I was trapped in the USA
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C'mon Maria, let's get out of his war...
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And we knew...
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)(#$/#%&#?#%/!#
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%#/(/%?#/#(/%#!
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#%/)#/%!#(/!#%/
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And we knew...
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Dow! Flam bam! Pow! Bow!
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Son of a Gun
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D:A:D |